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Think of me

Think of me, if you see those pearly gates, laying down here without you.

No, think of me before you go to those pearly gates, not yet, not now, think of me.

Think of me, because for many years I haven’t stopped thinking of you.

Think of me, before you leave us all because you are not a timelord, if you don’t you will never think of me again, but I will go on thinking of you!

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unreciprocated

She is the light and the dark, the past, the present and future, but he is not hers, well not in the same way. He can’t see past her, can’t see without her, can’t see with her. He knows and he accepts, but still it doesn’t change, trapped in an emotional cage of his own making.

Looking back wonders if he could have changed the outcome, what would have happened, would they still be this close? would he be free? would he be with her still? What if rears it’s ugly head as always, all he wants is to step out of this, one way or another.

Another comes along, a chance to escape, he takes it, it was fake, not what it seemed, another mistake. Once again another chance to escape, once again, another fake, she was there all along helping him through it, trying to help him escape from her, is she who she seems.

They talk and he feels hope all the time, but always it is dashed on the cliffside as soon as he voices it, like she never knew she had given him such a thing.

Still he tries to escape, maybe his heart is not in it, maybe he can’t, either way he’ll keep trying, because she isn’t joining him in that desolate place they call love.


After an evening of Titanfall 2

Running walls, diving across canyons, fighting in the dome.

Tonight I was in a rage with puzzles, almost out of my comfort zone

I persevered, made it through even though I uttered a curse or two

This campaign is quite a treat, it makes a change from getting owned a multiplayer

But now it is time for sleep!


Balance

What goes up must come down, as with drugs, as with emotions.

Realise a beautiful high, then suffer in silence.

Even a murderer, exultant in revenge must endure the remainder in pain.

Balance is a fickle weighing scale that constantly fights against our will to be happy.

Often we are ok, this never changes much because it is balanced, we are level.

If we are given great strength but are unable to control it, we will cause damage and suffer ourselves. If we control it, we can see a gain, as long as it is hidden, we will feel the benefit from it.

I just wanted to ramble, balance is on my mind, as this weekend has since saturday night been trying to balance out, what originally was a brilliant weekend.

Thanks for reading,

Pixc


Inspired again, slowly

Gotta slow down, I was given a taste but this is not a race.

Question if it’s right, not sure if this is the way onward towards the light.

Looking back, is it disappearing.

 

Given a taste, impatience setting in, born out of instinct

Knowing before when it was slow, it was better

Wondering if that time could have been much better, if slowed down ever more

Given a chance to test that theory, programmed to speed ahead, wish to go slow

If its mutual why wait, but if we are both mistaken, what then?

 

Slow, deliberate, it’s not a race, keep pace, side by side.

 

 

once again women are my inspiration, I have wrote many times about other things but women are often what sparks me, through anger, through love, friendship and lust, women drive me to express, to explore my mind, my words and my heart. Cherish them with all your heart!


Doctors – a poem about regeneration

We have been through the war. the time war, fought daleks and cybermen, lost human after human, still we carry on, do you not think it is understandable that the rules are now lying broken on the floor?

We have seen planets and stars, the end of the world, a new earth and met people we have only dreamt of. Still there is so much to see.

So why do each of us stick around for such a short time?

Because there are so many faces to choose from, so many people to be!


Let Down Again

Sat here, with no reply, wondering why, did you let me down again?

Sitting wondering, is it too much to ask, just to let me know?

Other people manage it, other people less close to me, manage.

Is it because you are not close to me, though I feel it so

I’m not meaning, we are lovers but I always felt so close

I might be on my own in that, maybe you feel so distant it doesn’t matter

You can’t feel this close

I wander through my thoughts finding all the times it hurt to be this close

I try to sift through and find all the brilliant times, I didn’t realise, but we were that close

Shoes on the other foot now, seems I know too much

Still don’t know why you let me down again